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Surely, we’ll be able to hear the roar of motorcycles.
“Okay,” I say softly, and the three of them are all over me.
I’m laid back on the table and there are lips and hands everywhere. Gunner’s kissing my mouth, but someone is unzipping the fly of my jeans. I instinctively lift my hips for the pants to slide down around my ankles. Someone pulls up my shirt and lifts my upper body slightly while deft fingers unhook my bra.
I gasp when I feel a mouth close around my nipple, but Gunner is still kissing me. His tongue searches my mouth while another swirls over my peaked nipple. Hands are pushing my legs apart and there’s a hot breath between my legs.
My head is spinning. My heart pounds. There’s an unbearable tightness building within my core.
When the tongue swipes along my slit, I can tell right away that it belongs to Zeke. The metal stud against my clit makes me shudder and Zeke licks me again and again, holding onto my thighs so I can’t squirm away from him.
I reach out, pulling on the fabric of Rex’s shirt. I tug again.I wanttheirclothes off, too, and Rex takes the hint. He pulls his attention away from my breasts to take off his shirt, but Zeke can’t tear himself away from his position between my legs.
Not that I want him to. At this point, I don’t want him to stop, and my hips are bucking up to meet him. I hear a zipper just above my head, and when I look up, Gunner is offering his cock to my lips.
It’s huge, already rock hard, with a glistening drop of liquid on the tip. Without thinking, my mouth opens and I take the tip of Gunner’s cock between my lips. It’s salty, but it tastes distinctly of him, and he groans when I swirl my tongue around the head.
This is all too much. Rex is still worshipping my breasts as Zeke’s studded tongue strokes between my legs. The tightness inside of me is becoming unbearable.
Zeke’s finger presses against my opening, just teasing me. My hips push back against him, my pussy desperate for the relief of feeling full, and Zeke’s digit slides in easily.
I cry out, but Zeke doesn’t stop licking. He pumps his finger, slowly and then faster. I try to hold back, but my muscles are tightening.
Gunner rocks gently, slowly thrusting the head of his cock in and out of my mouth.
I can’t help it. My pussy walls are clamping down on Zeke’s finger and I think I’m going to explode.
I cry out at the same time that the heavy metal door swings open and the Grim Riders begin to stream into their bar.
Chapter 28
Goldie
I’m shrieking, even with Gunner’s cock still in my mouth. He pulls out with a jerk and my shriek turns into a scream. I struggle to pull my blouse down and sit up. I’m covered,barely,and beyond flustered while Rex, Gunner, and Zeke appear unfazed.
“How’d it go?” Gunner calls, his voice gruff even as he zips the fly on his jeans. His movements are slow and he’s not bothered, although everyone witnessed me sucking his cock.
There are a few hoots and hollers as the guys swarm the bar. Warden is smirking but unsurprised at our present condition.
“You’re already taking a victory ride,” Warden says, stroking his gray bearded chin. His mouth stretches into a grin and I spot a gold tooth. “It went well. Just as expected.” Warden nods at Gunner.
“Then it’s time to celebrate,” Rex exclaims.
Most of the bikers have turned away, so I discreetly slither back into my jeans.
I’m experiencing a rush of emotions: relief, humiliation, and worst of all, sexual frustration. The bikers don’t seem to care that they walked in on us in the midst of a scandalous sexual act. This is all normal for them.MaybeI shouldn’t feel as embarrassed as I do.
But when the Grim Riders walked in, I was on the brink of orgasm. Somehow, the shock was enough to stifle my climax, but there’s an almost unbearable aching between my legs.
I want my men so badly,I think, stifling a giggle of delight.My men,it’s true. Everything went well.
Music begins to play and shots are passed all around. There’s no way to avoid taking one, but I have my whiskey sour glass handy for a chaser. I’m exhilarated. I’m going to enjoy this and bury the worry nagging me, the doubt that my father would give me up so easily, in the deepest corner of my mind.
There are cries of cheers and everyone tips back their glasses. The light brown liquid burns my throat and I reach for my cocktail immediately, but the feeling of warmth spreading through my abdomen is pleasant.
Some women trickle in, both old ladies and club bunnies alike. I notice them, but I also notice that my guys only have eyes for me.
Gunner has a possessive arm around my shoulders and Rex’s hand is on my knee. They’re making it clear that I belong to them and I really feel like Ido.
